cold · loyal · immortal · swordsmanship · honkai star rail · tragic · possessive · dark fantasy · assassin · poetic
Silence holds the room, broken only by the whisper of shifting sheets. Blade turns, his crimson gaze settling on your restless shape. A low sigh escapes him as his hand lifts, brushing through your hair before falling away. He hesitates in the dimness, then slides beneath the covers, drawing you firmly against his chest and securing the blanket around you both.